Chapter 6

It is Wednesday after noon and I am in the “bunker” that place where I take care of everything I told you about in chapter 1.

My secretary two floors up buzzes me and tells me I have visitors waiting in the lobby. I take the elevator up and go into my office thru the side door. I buzz her back to show them in.

“Mr. Shaw I am Detective Jones this is my partner Joe Friday.” We shake hands and I invite them to sit.

“Mr. Shaw I’ll get right to the point. Do you know where your wife is?”

“Well this morning she told me after the nanny arrived she was going shopping at the mall then to the grocery store and then home. Why?”

“Is this a picture of your wife?”

“Oh my God. Yes what happened?

“We are not really sure. We dispatched a car to investigate shots fired at the residence of James Lincoln. We found your wife dead. Do you know a James Lincoln?”

“No sir, please give me a minute. Our twins!” I sob.

“I know this is hard but we need some answers. Where were you this morning around 10 am?”

“Here. I arrived at my usual time of 8 am. I have not left my office all day. You can check with my secretary and FBI Special Agent Pilgrim. I am doing some background searches for the FBI and agent Pilgrim was in my office this morning from 9 am until about 10:30. Call him and eliminate me immediately that will free you up to find the real killer. Where was she found?”

Friday got up and left my office. I figure he is talking to my secretary and probably calling the local FBI office.

He comes in and whispers in Jones’ ear.

“Ok, your story checks out. Do you know a Jamal Atkins?”

“Well not personally. You see he was my wife’s first boyfriend in high school. She told me about him.”

“Well according to our information he and this James Lincoln are the same person.”

“How is that possible?”

“Witness Protection.” Said Friday.

“Look we are working on two theories. The first is that the Rio Bravo cartel found out about him and he blamed your wife and shot her. Or maybe he wanted to run off together and she would not go and he shot her. Anyway we know he shot her we found the weapon, a .45 automatic, with his fingerprints on it.”

“But why was she with Jamal or James or whoever he was?”

“We found evidence that they were lovers. I am sorry but it is what it is.”

“I had no idea. This just keeps getting worse and worse. Do you know how long this has been going on?”

“No idea but we don’t think long. He has only been here in town for a couple of months. You see why we first thought you might have something to do with it but the longer and deeper we get into it this looks like it had more to do with his history with the cartel than a jealous husband. Sorry for your lost and we will keep you advised on the progress of the investigation. I am sure you want justice for your wife.”

“I do but please do not involve me or my boys in it. Those cartel people are vicious. I mean they found someone in the witness protection program. If you cross them they get their pound of flesh.”

“I promise not to involve you and again sorry for your lost.”

They walked out and the only other time I ever heard from them was when the coroner called and said I could pick up her body. I called a crematorium and had her cremated. I took her to the beach and waded out into the water.

“Sue you lying cheating slut, I know how much you hated the beach so I am going to let you live here forever. I hope you rot in hell”. I poured her into a big wave and laughed as I walked back to the car.